Changing Places

If I was you and you were me,

we would still inherit each other's miseries

I would see your nightmares and you would see mine,

would wake up in a pool of sweat but keep imagining that all is fine

We would remain awake in each other's anxious hell and wonder how we landed in this mess,

we would drag through the same depressing reasons we have known through out and search for ways to redress

The pain would differ in intensity but the wound would be the same,

for each of us would have a ghastly monstrous mind to tame

Some days would still be better and start with that rare ray of hope,

and just for those rare moments they would inspire us to not let go of the rope

But time and again we would arrive at the same variety of despair,

those freaked out moments, that habitual splitting of hair

If I was you and you were me,

we would have to befriend each other's miseries